#i was like sad bc the plan was wed go saturday and have the whole day to do beach. and then they seitched it so we get to fucking Walk

[nomaishuttle]

it was pretty fun except i got randomly rly upset and now im still upset. sigh

[sylvie-writes]

Bad: The Unfortunate Ending

Inspired by this song ➳ Bad by Lennon Stella

(Ransom Drysdale x wife reader)

A/n: this is my first attempt at angst so here we go... 

Disclaimer: not part of my fall writing, this is just a lil something bc I needed to write, it makes me happier after days as today. 

Warnings: Cheating, mild profanity, shitty angst & writing. Ransom being an asshole (rip all the soft Ransom stories I’ve written)

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Never in a thousand years would you have seen yourself sitting in Boston’s most expensive and high end restaurant, a steak simmering at 500 degrees laying out in front of you, and the Ransom Drysdale sweetly smiling at you.

“Wait, before you start eating, I have something to ask you, love.” 

Was he gonna break up with you?

Ransom reached over his plate to reach your hand gently bringing it to his lips while maintaining eye contact with your shocked expression, soon calming.

Oh whew.

The man then set down your hand, and folded up the napkin in his lap before rounding the table, getting down on one knee. Your eyes were already welling up with tears, making it impossible to see all the people staring at you and Ransom.

“(y/n) (l/n)...

… … ...

Will you marry me?” 

After his adoring speech, the four little words came out and the man on his knee was staring up at you like you were a goddess. Overwhelmed, you happily spewed out the words of acknowledgement while Ransom slipped the lavish diamond onto your ring finger, kissing the now ringed finger before scooping you up from your chair, the two of you in a deep kiss amidst the cheers.

A few months later the two of you got married, and everything was a dream. You had a lovely house, and a husband who was practically your closest friend. The two of you spent all your time together, told every joke, talked all the time. Believe or not but Mr. Fancy Pants had preferred that you got married sooner rather than having an extravagant wedding ceremony. 

So that's what you did. One lovely Monday morning, you and Ransom drove to the courthouse, in the beamer, as if it were just any other day. 

You thought then and there, that this was it. Life was finally playing in your favor...

 All the little gifts you gave

I call it over compensating

Feeling just like a princess

Every answer was always yes

You had me living in a dream

 “Oh Ransom!” You played with the little puppy down at your feet, a red ribbon adoring it’s small, yet fluffy neck.The little thing jumped into your arms, causing you to lift off the floor, walking closer to Ransom. 

“Why did you get me a puppy, Hugh?” 

He just cheekily smiled and shrugged, walking by to kiss your cheek. “No reason!” 

You just laughed it off before going outside to play fetch with the energetic fur baby. 

Ransom always treated you for no reason, at times you really hated him for it, but not once would he ever let up.

About four months into your marriage, Harlan had invited you and Ransom to some writer’s charity gala, a black and white party, meaning Ransom was gonna rent a tux and you’d find an overly priced yet attractive dress. 

So, one Saturday afternoon, you and Ransom went to the mall, getting fitted for your clothes. You weren’t about the name brands like Ransom was, but today, Ransom now had full advantage to shower you in expensive clothing having already picked his tux yesterday. His sneaky little plan to go dress shopping with you.

“What about this one?” Your husband held up a black slip dress designed by Prada. Curiously you walked up to him, checking the tag to see its $1,000 price. In all honesty, from the looks of the dress, you had assumed Ransom picked up a simple dress. Sure, it was pretty but you weren’t about to pay that much just for the name. For what it is worth, you could sew and tailor the damn thing yourself. 

“That’s ridiculous, Ransom. I’m not about to pay that much.” 

You went to go walk off before you felt Ransom’s hot breath in your ear.

“Who said you were paying?”

Turning around, you playfully pushed him in the chest to which he laughed and peppered kisses all over your face.

“Ransom! Stop, you’re making a scene!”

He pulled away for a minute, your giggles ceasing.

“Let me treat you and I will stop.”

Quickly, the man resumed his attack, your pleas soon becoming words of compliance.

“Fine!”

His signature smirk danced across his lips, while his free arm snaked around your waist ushering you to the tailor’s stand. 

 What's forever long to you

Did you say that to her too

Making sure that I'd never know

Callin her while the shower goes

 It was a little after midnight and Ransom wasn’t home yet, today he had been out with some friends, not inviting you. Your only company for the day was your precious little puppy, who was curled up against your stomach. The endless worry had kept you up all night as you mindlessly stroked the puppy’s back, trying to calm your own nerves.

Eventually, an hour later, the hallway light shone under the door, Ransom coming in. He was met with your worried look and came to rush over to your side.

“You scared me to death, Ransom. Two hours ago, you were supposed to be back!” 

“I know. I know. I’m so sorry baby. Now, get some sleep, I love you. Forever, my love.”

Ransom gently pulled the blanket over you, kissing you goodnight, then heading off to shower.

Turning on the shower, Ransom pulled the phone out of his pocket, scrolling to the bottom of his contacts and dialing, Blair❤️. 

“Hey baby, today was amazing Ranny!”

A deep chuckle left Ransom’s throat, the woman on the phone giggling.

“I know, angel. You are the best, love ya forever, Sweetheart.” 

Blair continued to gush over the phone, recalling the earlier events of the day at her house where Ransom had spent the whole day. (leaving that sentence to the eye of the beholder.)

Shower, and you, long forgotten, Ransom spent the rest of the night talking to the woman, leaving the bedroom to go downstairs, assuming you were already asleep.

Ironically, that night, you dreamt of all the times you and Ransom would stay up just talking and laughing...

Then crawl back in bed, it's a shame

I probably should've known better

I probably should've known better

 It was 4 am, and Blair had fallen asleep on the phone, leaving Ransom to bid her goodbye and get some shut eye himself. 

It was like sleeping next to a stranger, the warmth of the bed now gone. Coldness, replacing the loving embrace.

About two months ago, your work gave its employees a week off for the holidays. It was once in a blue moon that you got to see your family, so you seized this opportunity. You wished your husband could have come, but Ransom had to stay behind to help Harlan with an upcoming novel. In truth, Ransom never saw himself reverting back to his bad ways, but who knows what entices people to change.

One night, Ransom went out for a drink, a young lady, about twenty-seven years old, came up to the sulking man. He was drowning his sorrows in a couple of beers, wishing he were there with you. Oh how he missed you!

“Hey stranger.”

The sultry voice hit too close to home for Ransom, a voice he knew all too well.

And let’s just say a few drinks later, he came to remember his old fling as Blair.

 I wish that you would've treated me bad

The truth is you couldn't have loved me better

Now I'm left feeling twice as sad

I wish you would've treated me bad bad bad

It felt like you were living a hallmark movie, and never would you have thought any different.

Your feet were propped on the Ransom’s lap as the two of you laid down Uno cards on the coffee table. 

“Ransom?”

“Yes, darling?”

You set the Uno cards in your lap, adjusting on the couch so that you’d be straddling Ransom. The man brightly smiling at you, enveloping you with his muscular arms. In complete bliss, you leaned forward and kissed him, a slow and intimate kiss. Time completely stopped as you were just in your own little world. 

He treated you so well, you’d never be prepared for the heartbreak that’d ensue. 

 I wasn't catching on to you

Blinded by your lips so smooth

Excusing all of your gotta goes

Leaving me to be all alone

 “Do you really have to go, Ransom?” 

Your arms were wrapped around the man’s neck, pleading for him to stay. A small frown made a way onto his lips before he leaned in to kiss you deeply, pulling away from your lips while you were still trying to catch up. 

“I gotta go.”

With that, he rushed out. A business meeting was it? Or was it Harlan? You couldn’t remember. For the past two months, you’ve been accepting all of his excuses, soon all of them blending, yet in the end you were always left standing in the house, alone with your dog.

It's okay, you told yourself. Sure he forgot your birthday last month. It’s fine.

As long as he didn't forget your wedding anniversary next month, everything would be fine…

Right?

 Then you took my heart just the same

I probably should've known better

I probably should've known better

 No it wasn’t fine. He forgot your anniversary. He forgot you. In the mornings, he’d no longer stay with you, instead finding an excuse to rush out, no kisses, not even hugs, Rarely did the two of you talk and soon, it became your new normal.

You should’ve known better.

 Every word you said you was sweet but you was lying

Everything you covered making up just to keep to me from crying

Another late night, Ransom had gone to help his mother at some dinner party for her business, or so he said. He left early this morning, claiming he was gonna help set up and that he’d be home by 8. Yet, here you are, watching the 11 o’clock news, waiting for your husband’s arrival since he had left you with radio silence all day.

Suddenly, the door flew open, a sloppily dressed Ransom, stumbling in, clearly piss-ass drunk.

“Oh you're awake!”

You walked over to help him sit on the couch, just as you were about to turn off the lamp beside the couch, you noticed a tint of red lipstick on Ransom’s lips. You hadn’t worn any lipstick today, right?

Tenderly, you traced your thumb over his lips, as his eyes gazed into yours.

“Ransom, what’s on your lips?”

In a poor attempt, Ransom went to grab your hand, missing and instead grabbing your shoulder, leaning in to kiss you, instead getting your ear. 

“It’s nothing, (y/n).” 

His head was laying on your shoulder, as he was about to fall asleep, his energy suddenly gone.

“Really? It seems like something, you have a woman’s lipstick on your lips for god sake!”

Ransom then perked up and hugged you tightly, whispering reassuring words to you. Drunkenly, his words mashed together, causing you to barely understand his “comforting” speech. 

“I love you so much, sweetheart, I’d never do that to you.”

Sweetheart, a name once reserved for you, now unknowingly shared with another woman.

Believing his lies, because why not? He had never given you a reason not to trust him, not yet anyway.

 I wish that you would've treated me bad

The truth is you couldn't have loved me better

Now I'm left feeling twice as sad

I wish you would've treated me bad bad bad

 That very next week, Ransom had to leave once again, this time a boys’ trip to the club. You thought nothing of it, now used to his absence, keeping to yourself with the dog and some friends.

Later that afternoon, you were enjoying a sandwich and lemonade out on the front porch when a Maseratti pulled into the driveway, a familiar man stepping out.

“(y/n)! Is Ransom home?”

The man pulled you into an embrace, leaving you confused at his presence.

“Why are you here Oliver? Ransom said he was out with you and James.”

Oliver just shrugged his shoulders, he too jumping to the same conclusion. At this point you were just seeing red, storming into the house, Oliver following. You practically were stomping holes into the hallway for your footsteps were as heavy as your heart. Maybe all along you had been suspicious deep inside, maybe you just never wanted to believe it.

Then finding Ransom’s phone in his nightstand, you came back into the doorway to meet Oliver. If your suspicions were true, you’d like to at least embarrass the dumbass in front of his friend. They all knew he was a playboy at heart, but after you, every one had assumed he’d matured somewhat. 

Clearly, they were all wrong.

Your husband was the biggest idiot in the world, making his password your anniversary date, for he was so forgetful. You found this hilarious, because he forgot your first wedding anniversary, god you were so naive. 

Was this wrong? Sleuthing through his phone?

Sure. But it could never equal up to what you were about to find. 

Opening text messages, 50 unread, all from you, your messages definitely ignored as a woman named Blair was at the top of his messages. 

You gagged at the heart by her name, one that used to be by yours. Scrolling through the texts, you found yourself growing angrier by the minute, finally, you just lost it. With great vehemence, you slammed the phone against the floor, making it shatter everywhere, Oliver and your dog, slightly jumping.

It was then that it hit you.

You crashed to the floor, crying hysterically, as the world came crashing down with you. Oliver, crouching down on the floor, trying to calm your sobs.

Tonight you were gonna confront that backstabbing, no good, cheating son of a bitch.

 Tell me the truth

Was it worth it was I worth it for you

'Cause we were perfect we working til you

Forgot to tell me you been seeing someone else for six years

It was 9 pm and you hadn’t expected Ransom’s arrival for another hour or two, so you spent the time packing your bags and drinking some coffee, preparing yourself to tear the man a new one. 

This time, there wasn’t a slammed door signaling Ransom’s presence, rather soft footsteps and his low voice, like the old days.

Ha, the one time he gets home early. Ehh you were ready anyway

“Hey babe! Oooh can I have some?”

Before you could answer, Ransom took your mug and a few swigs of coffee, handing it back to you, placing a kiss on your head. In utter surprise, you looked up at the man who just smiled down at you.

“You look I haven’t kissed you in weeks, my love.”

And with that he pecked your lips quickly, walking to the counter, you still trying to process what had just happened. 

It was true. He hadn’t kissed you in weeks.

No, you weren’t gonna let him win this time.

“It’s because you haven’t.”

Confusion swirled around on Ransom’s face, allowing you to continue.

“You haven’t kissed me in weeks. But you have kissed Blair, I'm sure.” 

The coffee mug in his hand dropped onto his foot, shattering, leaving you smirking at the small victory.

Heartbreak can make one go insane. Afterall, you are losing the one person you loved most, losing yourself along with them. 

“For months I have put up with your bullshit…” 

A good ten minutes passed of you yelling at Ransom, the man unexpectedly letting you finish.

“You’re a cheating, son of a bitch.”

Angrily, you ripped off the wedding ring, now noticing Ransom wasn’t even wearing his, for god knows how long too. Once upon a time, he’d proudly wear it all the time.

“(y/n) wait--”

Ransom grabbed your arm before you slapped him, the man slightly stunned.

“No. I’m tired of your excuses, I’m tired of letting you win. You and Brittany, should have an amazing life together, that is if you can even commit to her like you told me.”

A whisper of defeat left his mouth.

“It’s Blair…”

“The hell with it! You broke my heart Ransom! I knew it was too fucking good to be true. DAMN IT, I LOVED YOU.”

Hysterically laughing, you looked like a mad woman, lowering your voice just a bit.

“You know what makes this hurt 2x worse? I thought you had actually loved me too, because it seemed like it.”

You broke into tears, your heart in a thousand pieces, rushing away to grab your bags, Ransom not even trying to fight, knowing you're too strong this time. He let the best thing that ever happened to him slip away. 

Ages ago you could remember the lovely times with the man you once would die for, yet...

Your love was just an illusion. 

 I wish that you would've treated me bad

The truth is you couldn't have loved me better

Now I'm left feeling twice as sad

I wish you would've treated me bad bad bad

I wish that you would've treated me bad

Truth is you couldn't have loved me better

Now I'm left feeling twice as sad

I wish you would've treated me bad bad bad

a/n: maybe i should stay away from angst bc this sucked.

Updated a/n: this is gonna be a series! If you’d like to be on the taglist lemme know!!

[bqstqnbruin]

hi sorry for coming in here and blowing up your inbox, i just need to rant and vent and i get good vibes from you.

so around 4.5 years ago, my sophomore year of college, i started dating my boyfriend (we are still together). he lived like 20 minutes where i went to college (he actually transferred to the school the next year, but not bc of me. he was already in the process of transferring when we started dating). anywho, since we lived so close, we hung out a lot, which i think is normal? we still saw our separate friends and spent a lot of time on our own, but we typically hung out on fridays and saturdays.

well, my best friend from high school went to a school about an hour away from our hometown. we talked all the time but couldn’t see each other a whole lot bc ya know, an hour each way plus tolls and we were broke college students. well, she would randomly come home on fridays and expect me to drop my plans bc she suddenly decided to come home. sometimes i would hang out with her if the plans with my bf weren’t elaborate or didn’t cost money (he never wanted to come between my friendships). but she expected it every single time she came home (which ended up being every single week) and i just couldn’t do that all the time. so she decided that bc i didn’t hang out with her all the time, that i was choosing my bf over her and she got all mad and wanted to stop being friends. which i was like…. uhm okay.

we still have some mutual friends from high school who would want to hang out in a group, which i was totally fine with! i would be civil for the group, i didn’t want anyone to think they had to pick sides or stop being friends with her, i really didn’t care all that much. but yesterday, i tweeted that i didn’t my name was that hard to spell referring to emails i got at work that spelled my name wrong (it’s literally a five-letter name and it’s in my email signature..) and she assumed it was about her for some reason so she got all pissy and tweeted back that we weren’t 14 and to stop subtweeting her and to talk like adults. so i texted her saying that i didn’t appreciate her coming at me because she had a guilty conscience, and she never responded. and then found out today that she blocked me💀.

i was lowkey hoping we could reconnect in the future and talk things out and maybe be friends again, but i don’t see that happening any time soon. and like… looking back, she was pretty toxic (not saying i was the perfect friend bc i know i wasn’t). and i know i should be glad that i’m cutting off toxicity in such an early, yet important stage in my life. but i can’t help but be a little sad bc she was the friend that was gonna be my maid of honor in my future wedding. idk, i have conflicted feelings and should probably just go to sleep lmfao.

you don’t have to answer this or post it, you can totally just delete it. i just needed to vent and get my feelings out, sorry for bombarding you. hope you’re having a good night, love u

omg never apologize my inbox is always open to vent

I'm proud of you for doing that though! It's hard to do stuff like that, and like you said, it's better that you cut it off early, but of course it's normal to be upset, especially if it was someone you were really close to. She was low key acting like a child with that subtweet thing, though, if she really thought it was about her, she either should have just forgotten about it or reached out to you in the first place, but that's just my opinion. You didn't sound like you were picking your boyfriend over her, again, in my opinion, she kind of sounds like she was overreacting almost? I don't think it's fair to you to expect you drop your plans every single weekend because she wanted attention.

Get some sleep, love you anon!

[iamyelling]

spent yesterday at annahs parents house, discussing wedding planning basically the whole time. saturday annah and i stayed in and just watched movies and chilled, which it feels like we haven’t done in so long. she was supposed to hang out with the person they’re starting to date but they were on the second day after the second shot of the vaccine so we’re sicky and tired, and annah crashed her bike on thursday and is injured so can’t do a walking around date plus the weather wasn’t nice enough to hang in a park, and i wasn’t able to find anywhere to go on short notice so that they could have the apartment. so they didn’t hang out on saturday but they will tonight.

yesterday we went over bridesmaid dresses and stuff and it turns out annah didn’t like the vision i had and was concerned they’d be too different looking so we figured out a look that will be a little more cohesive. but we do have a lot of them wanting pants and blouse looks or jumpsuits so lol who knows.

we also picked an outfit for the bridesmen and it looks good. but it was on a sale apparently and as of this morning it isn’t anymore and i’m concerned and stressed it’s too much. too expensive.

annahs sister lives on the other side of the us and isn’t sure she will be able to handle all the wedding travel and activity with her really bad anxiety. which would make us really sad if she missed our wedding!!! so i told her we would do whatever she needs to be comfortable 😥

my uncle is a trump supporter. and we sent out save the dates to my side of the family last monday, but not to him or my cousins (his kids) bc i haven’t figured out what to do quite yet. and my gramma just texted me that he didn’t get it and i’m like yeah i know. i need to call her and talk to her about setting this boundary. she likes annah and i think it will help to have annah on the call but as i mentioned above lol annah is on a date tonight so tomorrow night we are both available. but idk if my gramma has enough spoons to do a phone call at 7:30 or 8 pm 🙃 (annah is off work at 7)

on the positive side, i have my dress alterations appointment number one scheduled for later this month. and i am talking to who we hope to book for floral tomorrow afternoon. i emailed a bakery this weekend who i think we’ll have to cake and macarons. and we decided on the songs for: processional (walking in to the ceremony), recessional (walking out after ceremony), and first dance with annah and me. at least i think we do i need to confirm 100%

[thechampagnecircus]

Fire is a Force

Earth, Air, Fire, Water; all natural elements that are beautiful and essential in their own rights.  But when out of control can wreak havoc on our world.  I am aware that wildfires have a place in the natural cycle, and promote the growth of new forests, but if run amok can destroy all in it’s path.  I feel as though people don’t consider them a normal natural disaster, but they are. Although they can -and are- sometimes started by careless humans, it’s just like a hurricane or tidal wave and we are at it’s mercy.  On this note, it is obvious that our trip to the lake this year was a bit different than the norm.  With the heat wave and drought the summer brought, there was no denying the plethora of wildfires scattered throughout most of British Columbia.  The entire province was a tinderbox and the inevitability of wildfires quickly came to fruition.  

I did not grow up with wildfires as a threat, or annual fixture like those on the West Coast.  There were the obligatory Smokey the Bear signs plastered in every small Maine town.  With a fire risk meter -usually on low- and the famous line “Only YOU can prevent forest fires” shaking it’s finger at you.  I learned from a young age to practice safe camping and summer behavior but I never experienced the fear of an actual fire that was spiralling out of control. Having said that, we were not short of other bullying weather entities. We had the rogue hurricane.  Bob, Irene and Sandy all made appearances throughout the years. Hurricane Matthew crashed my cousin Sara’s wedding a few years ago. The uninvited guest who made quite the splash. I also witnessed a small tornado once in the car with my Mum when I was young.  There were infinite thunderstorms married with hail and torrential downpours.  Power outages caused by massive blizzards, and even the famous ice storm of ‘99 which any Mainer will undoubtedly remember.  I mean, shit, Stephen King wrote a made-for-TV movie about it.  But no fires.  

I always heard crazy stories in California and Western North America, especially within the last ten years.  I am sure there are implications of global warming and climate change that could be made, but I won’t fall down that rabbit hole.  It is one thing to hear of devastating fires; as if they are some distant reality. But another to be in their path. Two years ago my first taste of this reality came to life.  A wall of heavy smoke rolled into Calgary.  It was a Friday and everything turned gray.  But not just gray, it was purplish yellow, thick and blocked the sun with an infamous red glare.  When I stepped outside, I could feel the weight of the air and the faintest smell of char.  However, it passed in time for work on Monday and it was back to business as usual.  

That same year, we had our first trip to the lake booked with friends.  We were so excited to show them the waterfront we rave about every summer.  As the plane landed in Kelowna we quickly realized that our dreams of a weekend filled with boating in the sunshine were not coming to pass.  The air quality was at an all time high.  We arrived in the afternoon but it looked like nighttime as the entire valley was shrouded in smoke.  We stuck it out for our four days, staying inside most of the time, playing games and drinking way too much booze to drown our dashed expectations.  

Fast forward to this year.  As I mentioned before, this summer has been filled with record breaking heat and rainfall decided to take a hiatus.  It was the perfect storm of dry conditions and intense temperatures that set the stage for a flash mob of fires to appear.  As we were driving to the lake ten days ago, we drove through varying degrees of smoke levels.  There were road closures, alerts and so many fires it was hard to keep track.  The Sunday before we left, one fire by White Rock Lake had begun, and that was the one we were most worried about due to its location.  It was still small and about 35 km away so we trudged on.  We knew we wanted to make the most of our trip regardless.  We arrived and within one day the air quality was at a 10++.  The air hardly felt like air anymore, thick with particulates and the deep smell of cinder.  The whole family was tentative and staying inside for the most part.  But after a couple days, we began to spend time outside anyways.  You know, YOLO.  It was our vacation and hell, high water, or smoke wasn’t going to ruin our holiday.  We were weary, and aware but still were able to boat, swim, drink pina coladas on the deck and seize the day.  It’s funny how quickly you can become accustomed to something and your threshold for certain things begins to ascend.  After about a week, the smoke had begun to wane and hope felt a bit restored, despite the fire to the North that was not letting up. We kept our heads up but were watching it like a flock of hawks.  

My uncertainty was building with everyday and every update. I have never been good at waiting for the other shoe to drop.  My anxiety and perhaps need for control cannot handle it.  I like to know.  Once I can make a decision and attack it, I feel comfortable. But limbo is not a place I like to be.  Everyone else seemed to have an easier time going with the flow.  Just relax and enjoy ourselves until we get news that we need to evacuate.  I envy that in others.  I truly do.  I had a hard time fully immersing in the moment the last couple days. We were checking perimeter maps and articles, Twitter posts and updates every couple hours.  Once we were under alert and the winds were unrelenting I knew it was only a matter of time.  I felt it in my gut.  My anxiety would run away with itself every once in a while, visualizing flames coming over the hill and us abandoning all belongings to dramatically escape in the nick of time by speed boat.  But then I would quickly bring myself back with reassurance and remember that the fire department would order our evacuation long before that situation was coming to life.  

Our plan for the last few days of our trip were to slowly clean, pack up and ease into a Saturday departure.  Truthfully, it took some convincing from my husband as I was feeling antsy to leave as the rumours of evacuation were swirling and the fire was creeping closer and closer by Thursday night.  But ironically Friday morning the smoke that had shadowed almost our whole trip had completely disappeared.  The sun was out, cumulus clouds were floating in stereotypical perfection as if plucked out of a Bob Ross painting.  The wind was blowing and if you breathed deeply for a second you forgot that just a few kilometers away the meanest, most out-of-control fire in BC was tip-toeing closer and closer.  Just as we got settled to soak up our last day of vacation, the evacuation order came in.  We took an hour or so to pack up and we were out by 1 pm yesterday.  Due to road closures, construction, two car accidents and general traffic, it took us about 9 hours to get home to Calgary.  

It felt wonderful to wake up in our own bed this morning, but our minds are still thinking about what is going on the Okanagan.  The whole of Vernon is now on alert. They fear embers from the fire could create new fires by jumping the lake. We saw a video showing parts of Westside road, the road we take to get to our place, ablaze in rampant flames.  Our hearts are sinking a bit in pessimism that it might reach our doorstep.  I can’t help but feel selfish, here worrying about a vacation home.  There are those who are displaced, in an evacuation center, praying their homes don’t burn to the ground.  And I feel for them.  Wholeheartedly.  I can’t imagine the torment and anxiety of such a situation.  But also, the lake house on Beachwood Road is our little slice of paradise.  It harbors countless family memories, photos, the kid’s heights on a hallway ruler, meals cooked over wine and laughter, projects started and finished, a safe haven during quarantine.  Aaron’s dad has put endless blood, sweat and tears into getting the cottage just right for every family visit.  Putting in stone patios, a brilliant deck built from scratch, his peach tree he desperately tries to save from the deer, bedroom renovations to accommodate the entire gaggle of us so everyone has a place to sleep.  Our kids have gone out a number of times to help their Bumpa hammer nails, dig window wells, drywall and install shiplap for their Amma.  I am sad to think all that will be lost and what it means moving forward.  At the end of the day, there is insurance and all materials can be replaced and structures rebuilt.  We are all safe and my fingers are crossed in hopes that the brave people fighting this fire start to get it under control.  May our piece of heaven be spared, but most importantly mother nature run it’s course with forgiveness.

Copyright © 2021 Carly Eddy.

[softboyholland]

Could we have Spideychelle if they were in University? Love the headcanons you've had so far, they're so good~~~

ok because they’re really smart they both get into the same uni

with scholarships and all

can u believe

tony is a proud iron-dad

so he buys peter an apartment that is fully furnished as a ‘congrats, son’ gift

best dad ever

meanwhile, michelle is looking for a place that is cheap and affordable

she knows she could just go up to peter and room with him for a bit but her ego is too big for that

but it’s 2 weeks before her first sem starts and she’s homeless

because she already kinda told her parents that she has a place to live and all

she finds herself knocking on his door at 8 pm w her suitcase, in her pjs

ofc he answers and is shook

bc lets be real, when is he not shook

surprise surprise! there are 2 bedrooms

michelle crashes on the couch tho,,bc the other bedroom is covered in moving boxes

who knew peter had a lot of stuff amirite

actually, the whole apartment is a MESS

it’s covered in a bunch of boxes

but she’s too tired for that rn so she thanks him and she’s out in a few seconds

the next morning, she wakes up and she’s not on peter’s couch?? tf??

she sits up immediately and is ready to  F I G H T

but then she sees the blue lightsaber lying in the corner

and she’s like ‘oh, so i’ve not been taken’

she takes her time to really take in peter’s room

his bedsheets smell like him and everything is so cozy and warm and smol

she wants to lay here forever

but then it hits her

‘if she was here, where was he?’

he’s on the couch, passed out

she stands there and stares at him for a bit 

then she decides the best way to wake him up is by flicking his forehead aggresively (stydia, is that u?)

he’s panicked for a moment but then he sees her and he calms down

“i was fine on the couch, you know.”

‘i was out anyway, i didn’t get home till 3 am”

ah. spiderman duties.

she decides to make him breakfast, it’s the least she could do

but he convinces her to stay there permanently

they could split the bills

and

“it’ll be so cool, mj! we’d me roOMATES!”

and she agrees and

oh god what did she get herself into

part 2

ok so they’re one week into uni and things are good

turns out, that living with each other was a good thing

mj cooks for him bc lets be real, peter can’t cook for shit

she also cleans around the place and organizes his stuff because she’s secretly a perfectionist

it’s nice to come home to peter trying to hum the imperial march obnoxiously

peter isn’t a slob but he can be real annoying with his web fluids and whatnot

and mj is making friends??yay!!

turns out people at college are so much more cooler than the losers at midtown

though she misses them

ned is over like almost everyday

although her room is furnished now,

she falls asleep more on the couch than on her actual bed

but she never wakes up on the couch

hmm i wonder why

and there’s always a mug of tea waiting for her in the morning on the kitchen counter

she also always finds little chocolate bars on her pillow

esp after a stressful day

so life is basically gr8 right now

but then mid terms roll around

peter is surprisingly calm and chill about it

but he’s super smart so she gets that

she’s super stressed tho

cos she really wants to be responsible and make her parents happy

but it’s hard

she’s having the worst day

her first paper is in two days and she is nowhere near ready

her clothes are ruined bc of the pouring rain

and all her notes are ruined

she really wants to cuddle up in her bed and maybe eat one of the chocolate bars on her pillow

but then she hears it

she hears peter and a girl

she can hear said girl’s giggles coming from his room

and michelle is never jealous of another girl ok

WOMEN NEED TO SUPPORT AND LOVE EACH OTHER

but it’s hard when she’s having what could possibly be the worst day of her life and the guy she’s most definitely in love with is probably in there with some other girl who’s probably SO MUch more prettier than she is and she’s about to fail her mid terms

she wants to cry honestly

so she does

she does what every girl does

she grabs a tub of ice cream and aggresively sticks her spoon into it and sits on her bed

and reads

she’s reading a bunch of sad poems and she’s cryinf and her mouth is full of rocky road

and peter’s stupid chocolate bar is staring at her like he’s judging her from next door

once she’s run out of ice-cream, she calls her brother

“yes?”

and she cries

because she misses him and she misses midtown and she misses when peter parker was her nerd and she misses being responsible and actually good at school

but her brother has to be in south africa now, being a good doctor and shit

so she calls ned

and she’s having a panic attack now

and ned’s voice is so calming it makes her calm down for a bit

ned is at the apartment in a few

what a good friend honestly

and she starts crying again

because he’s such a nice person she doesn’t deserve him

ned realises that she’s just sad and stressed

ned also suspects that this has something to do with peter

once she’s asleep

he knocks on peter’s door

peter and girl are making out

ned is disgusted

so he chases the girl out and hits peter with all his strength

“dude! what was that for!’

“michelle was literally in tears and you’re making out with some girl?”

protective!peter

“what happened? where is she? is she ok?”

“yeah, no thanks to you.”

so ned tells him everything

and he’s like ‘the chocolate bars are sweet but i think she needs her roommate and her best friend.”

and peter’s mind kind of goes into a slideshow of all the times she’s been there for him

when ben died and she was the only one who didn’t give him that pity look

with his ptsd after the infinity war

helping him calm down and study for the sats

the one who told him his results mid-battle

the one who constantly takes care of him and his wounds after fights

the one who cooks him breakfast

the one who pushed flash into a bush when he was making fun of peter

and then he realises that he’s been such a fratboy dick lately

michelle only wakes up at 2 am the next morning

her room isn’t a mess anymore

there’s a glass of water at her bedside table

she tries to go back to sleep because call it a feeling but she just knows that peter is awake and she doesn’t want to look at him rn

she’s too hungry for that

so she carefully sneaks into the kitchen

it’s empty, thank god

there’s a container with some spaghetti in it

but oh wait! there’s a note

‘figured you’d be hungry. p.s. i didn’t cook this don’t worry’

she’s kinda still mad at him but halfway through the meal

she realises that peter is gonna meet other girls and his life isn’t going to revolve around her anymore

he’s probably going to marry some pretty girl who’s super smart and awesome and nerdy

and she’ll be all alone with her stupid college degree and a bunch of cats, still in love with peter parker

little did she know lmao

so she’s not really mad at him anymore but more mad at herself because of all the people in the universe, she had to go and fall for peter fucking parker

she decides to study because what good is being emotionally stable if she’s going to fail her mid-terms amirite?

so she pulls out her book and

OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU GUYS GET THIS

there are little flashcards waiting for her

and she already knows this is peter’s doing

her heart feels like it’s going to burst because it’s so full

so beyonce is blasting through her headphones

and she’s studying with this stupid smile on her face

because of peter fucking parker

thank god tomorrow is a saturday

peter stops being an asshole and running away from his crush on mj

they become a hella lot closer

michelle hugs him when she gets her results for the paper she was so worried about

she treats him when he gets his results

aunt may is secretly planning their wedding

ned really wants to propose to michelle on behalf of peter

tony may have a few rings picked out already oops

basically spideychelle is #married

[littlefrostwrites]

Prompt: a group of boys find a dead body

for my writing challenge

Kell puts his phone down on his desk, having just finished a phone call with a client. He had good news for her today, happy he was able to let her know that the opposition had decided to settle [description of case here]. It had been nice to hear her happy and grateful voice when he call, but he admitted it had been far more satisfying to see the opposing lawyer’s face when he had executed the winning move. He shrugged his suit jacket back onto his shoulders, having removed it early when he felt warm. But now he wanted to feel put together, as he headed to his managing partner’s office to report the good news. 

He swept through the doors, not bothering to knock as he could see through the glass that she wasn’t busy.

“I settled the London case!” he declared, dropping the file on Astrid Athos’ desk and plopping into the seat across from her. She didn’t look up from where her eyes were fixed on the screen of her laptop.”

“That’s great,” she said. Kell frowned. “But it’s just pro bono. None of that money is going to the firm.” At this, she finally looked up and took off her glasses. She was unimpressed. 

“Yes, but it does make our firm look good, doesn’t it, to be taking on all these pro bono cases, and not only that, but also winning them. So spectacularly as well!” Kell laughed. “You should have seem opposing counsel’s faces-”

“Yes it’s all very well a good that we won, but it needn’t have been you.” Kell sighed as Astrid launched into a well trodden argument. “As a firm, I agree we have to do pro bono, but that’s what we have associates for. You don’t only don’t pass off your mandatory two cases per year to associates as most partners do, you’ve already taken on triple that number this year. And it’s only March.” 

“What can I say, I’m a benevolent guy,” Kell quipped. It was lighthearted in delivery, but they both knew it wasn’t truly. Astrid got up from behind the desk and walked over to where Kell was sitting. He stood up, uncomfortable with her looming over him. This way, he was taller and felt more in control, and so when she put a hand on his cheek gently, it didn’t sting as much. 

“Son, you are a good person. You don’t have to keep making up for the past.” She let her hand and her words linger for a few seconds, before retracting her arm and turning back to her side of her desk. “Besides, you left your silly dreams of civil law behind a long time ago and are a corporate lawyer. And in this field, you do what is best for the firm. What is best for this firm is for you, our highly skilled junior partner, to continue winning cases for paying clients. So I ask that you focus on that for the remainder of the quarter. Do you understand me?” Kell sighed and then nodded sharply.

“Yes.”

_____

Delilah is in the kitchen when Kell finally gets home around 8 PM, the table set and the food cold on top it. She’s not mad though, just greets him with a kiss, asking him how work was and chiming, “You work so hard!” when he told her briefly about his day. They eat dinner in silence, a simple pasta salad. Delly had grown up in a house with not one, but multiple maids to clean the large rooms and cook for her family of six. When they moved in together, Kell had refused Delly’s inquiry of hiring a maid for themselves, citing that two young professionals should be able to also keep the house clean and cook for themselves. When she had accepted his marriage proposal though, she had made him promise that they would at least get a nanny when they eventually had a child. He had agreed reluctantly, supposing that hiring on one staff wasn’t all that uncommon and would necessarily write them off as rich and out of touch. He hoped. 

He asked after Delly’s day as well, which had ended at 4 pm as it always did. She informed him that she had lunch with a number of sponsors, pitching to them the mission of the non-profit that she worked at rather successfully too. Delly was good at her job, and people instantly took to her, charmed by the story of the daughter of the CEO of one of the largest tech companies in the world using her business degree to work for a non-profit that paid far less than reasonable to support the luxuries that she was accustomed to. What was often left out of the conversation was hefty trust fund that had be deposited into her account at the age of 25 and the company shares that her father had bought in her name since she was four years old. 

Image mattered though, and Delly was perfect for Kell, not only because she was genuinely kind and wanted to help people, but also because she was beautiful, well-connected and had a do-gooder reputation. And Kell was perfect for Delly, a lawyer at a firm that often took on high-profile pro-bono cases, showing they cared about the public, but also a corporate lawyer, with a salary that meant they and their children would never want for anything, even without any of Delly’s family money. 

“Dinner with your parents tomorrow,” Delly reminded him once they had finished dinner and gotten ready for bed. They were lying together in the center of the bed, with his arm around her and her head tucked against his chest. They felt perfect together like this, Kell thought to himself. The kind of couple you would see in a movie, the couple you would root for because they just seemed to fit. 

“Right, 6 pm yeah?” Delly hummed in agreement before extracting herself briefly from his arms to turn off the light on the nightstand. Then she was back again and Kell found himself drifting off to sleep. 

***

Delly and Kell have dinner with his parents once a month, and have dinner with her parents once a month as well, alternating every two weeks to be fair. Today is a Tuesday and they make the forty minute drive from their condo downtown to the very outskirts of the city, watching as the skyscrapers vanish and are replaced by highways, trees and hills, and grand mansions. They park on the driveway of the largest one on the block, a pure ivory two story with five garages and a lakefront view. The first time Kell had brought Delly over, she had spent most of the meeting gushing with his mother about interior design, complementing her exquisite and classy taste in decor, and gathering inspiration for their future house. Kell knew that Delly was already scoping out the market on top of her involvement in their wedding preparations, and had even gone to a couple of open houses with her mother. 

Astrid and Athos greeted Delly and Kell with hugs, before graciously accepting the cherry pie that Delly had baked, instructing the maids to take it to the kitchen to keep warm until it was time for dessert. 

They settled down for their meal and made idle small talk, before Athos spoke more purposefully.

“Kell, I heard that your highschool class is having their ten year reunion this weekend?” He looked pointedly at his son. “Are you planning to make an appearance?”

“Oh we should! It would be so nice to meet some of your old classmates!” Delly exclaimed before Kell could respond. 

“Yes, I think it’d be a good opportunity to touch base with them, reminisce on old times and also, show them your achievements, how much you’ve changed and grown since you all saw each other last.” Athos gives Kell a meaningful look and Kell understands what he’s getting at. He considers for a moment and then says,

“I’d forgotten that was coming up. Yes I agree, it’d be good to make an appearance.” Delly made an excited noise at that and they continued on with their meal.

Later, as they were getting ready to leave, Astrid took her son aside.

“I’m proud that you’ve decided to see your highschool classmates again. I know it must have been hard for you to make that decision.”

“I think it’s time to confront them, don’t you? I’m a different person now, and it’s time to show them all that.” Kell’s voice was steady with conviction, but inside he felt a bit uneasy, a ball of anxiety starting to unfurl. He tapped it down and smiled at his mother. “I’m sure it’ll go fine. And Delly’s so excited to meet everyone, I’m sure she’ll smooth over any awkward moments.” 

“Yes I’m sure it’ll go great, you’ll both impress everyone. Delly was such a good choice for you, she brightens your whole demeanor.” Kell sniffed at that remark, but gave his mother a kiss of the cheek goodbye and his father a hug, finally leaving with one last remark that he would see Astrid bright and early tomorrow at work. 

Scene 3 (unfinished): The reunion happens and goes well. Catches up with boys. No classmates approach them at first, but then slowly some people integrate. Main character repeatedly points out good deeds he has done. Gets internally angry when another classmate takes attention off him recounting his probono work. But halfway through, some of the classmates take the stage to commemorate the death of one of their classmates.  Fiance, “you never told me someone in your class died?”. The word “suicide” is explicitly used at one point. When getting refreshments, Fiance asks him if he knew the other boy well bc he seems “sad”. He mutters not really, is overhead by another classmate. They confront him about it, fiancé finds out.

The reunion is on Saturday, so Wednesday morning, Kell reaches out to his old crew from highschool, asking if any of them are planning on attending as well. When he’s 

“The people here are so rude.” Delly interrupts him and Holland with a sniff and a light stomp of the foot. Kell asks her what she’s on about. “We were chatting so nicely and then they asked who I was with, so I told them I was your fiance and then they suddenly made up some sort of excuse and left! I was just in the middle of convincing them to become donors too.” Delly tried to use every opportunity to promote her causes. As shallow and airheaded as Kell thought she could be, it was moments like this that reminded him why everyone else bought into her passion for making the world a better place. She put so much effort into it that how could anyone doubt her intentions?

“You never told me someone in your class died? Is that why you’ve been so off today? Did you know him well?” Her beautiful face turned inquisitively towards his, her face scrunched in empathy. Kelly adjusted his tie uncomfortably, lowering his voice. 

“Uh, no we weren’t close. I barely knew him,” he lied, trying to keep his voice down. But clearly someone heard him.  

“Excuse me?” Kell and Delly turned to face a red headed lady with a wine glass in her hand. She looked irate and her face was red, a juxtaposition against the cream white of her business casual dress. 

“I’ve heard you! Boasting about all your achievements, all your phony do-gooding. You’re trying to erase what you did in the past, but we all remember. No matter how many cases you win, how many donations you make to anti-bullying campaigns, how many[...] we won’t be fooled again. You’ll always be a cruel, hateful boy and someday, you’re going to trip up again and show those you’ve fooled who you really are - a mean, hateful man, and now a liar and phony.” Kell thought she was done speaking but then she turned to Delly and said, “I’m so sorry honey,” before turning to him again to finish off with, “Go home Dane. Nobody wants you here.” 

A crowd had gathered around them, and Kell could see in the eyes of his former classmates and just as they hadn’t wanted him at their school graduation, they didn’t want him at their reunions either. It didn’t matter that some of them had been genuinely interested in talking with him about the various non-profit initiatives he was invested in and the one he was setting up at his firm, now they were reminded of their shared past and everything he had done since was tinged with insincerity. So he lifted his glass in acknowledgement, set it half empty down onto a nearby table, before taking his leave, sweeping a slightly starstruck Delly against him and towards the exit. 

******

Delly was quiet in the car and didn’t speak until they got home. She took her heels off in the front entrance and then dropped onto the couch in their living now. Kell hovered into the kitchen, but could still hear her when she said,

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kell flipped the kettle on and let the sound of the water heating up fill the space between them for a few moments. 

“I didn’t want you to think any different of me.” He sighed as he walked towards her and then sat down on the coffee table in front of Delly, taking her hands in his. She didn’t look at him. “We were silly teenage boys back then, too caught up in our own worlds to understand the effect that we were having on him. If we had known how sensitive he was--” 

“Sensitive?” Delly interrupted, and the tone of her voice would have keyed him into the danger of the situation he was stepping into. He hurried to correct himself.

“My point is that I understand what we did wrong back then, I wouldn’t do it again. I regret it every day. I’ve changed.”

“Have you? Do you regret what happened because a boy died or do you regret it because your classmates think you’re a terrible person? You know I always did wonder if you truly wanted to do good why didn’t you go into civil law? Why corporate? It never did make sense to me. And now I know! You don’t really care about the less fortunate, you only care about your image! It’s not about helping your client out, it’s about winning, and showing the world how many pro bono cases you’ve done so that they’ll all say, Wow look at Kell Dane, such a champion for the voiceless! You’re a fraud!” Her voiced gradually got louder as she spoke, to the point where she nearly screamed her last accusation at him. 

“You’re one to talk! You’re always going on about new initiatives, and helping those more fortunate than you and then turn around and buy clothing that has been created in sweatshops by the very people you say you care about. I may be a fraud, but you’re a hypocrite!” He lashed out. Delly stared at him with wide eyes. Kell had never yelled at her before, had always made sure to never raise his voice, present himself as a soft hearted, but capable, man. She slowly crumpled, like a butterfly with a broken wing would, and he saw one tear start to fall, and then she slapped him. The force of it whipped his head to the right. Kell didn’t go after her when she ran off to the bedroom.

Delly cries herself to sleep and Kell waits until her tears subside before crawling into bed next to her. He wonders if this is the beginning of the end again. Everyone had been so quick to turn against him in high school, the students, the teachers, the administrative staff, and especially the school board who were only negotiated into allowing him to graduate with the contingency that he was homeschooled for the rest of the year, didn’t attend the ceremony and didn’t speak to the press. The other boys were treated the same way, and they barely talked to each other either, too shocked about what had happened and each ruminating on their own role in Rhy’s fate. Kell spent the next year, next few years, angry with everyone. He was angry with himself for being so stupid as to not have seen it coming, for his friends for the same, at his parents using their money to get him out of any consequences, at everyone at school for deeming him a villain. He vowed to prove them wrong, show them that he wasn’t bad, that he had just been a normal teenage boy, maybe with a bit of a mean streak, but really he was quite decent, good even. He would show them, he had thought.

But now it was clear that he had failed.

Kell tried not to think about Rhy before, because thinking about him made him sad and angry and hopeless, and Kell was trying to remake himself so he could not afford to feel sad and angry about hopeless. Maybe that’s why he never told Delly, because he didn’t want to believe that it had happened, choosing to remove those moments in highschool from his character. But now, after being rejected once again by his classmates and lying in his bed with his fiance turned away from him, he does think about Rhy. Specifically, he thinks about how Rhy had felt when it had happened, if he had been scared. Or if he felt all those years ago the way Kell does now, empty and hopeless, as he set the scene and pulled the trigger on himself. 

[obsessedwithbadasswomen]

Ok so bc no one follows me on here

Let me tell you about the boy of my dreams Ok first of all he's a red head which isn't my usual type but I make an exception for him He's between skinny and average sized Has the cutest smile I've ever seen And he's just the right amount taller than me That's what he's like physically but that's not even the best parts of him He's got the kindest heart He's always there to make people smile He's an actor which is big in my family- my siblings act my mom directs & acts He's talented in singing acting dancing and sports and he's very smart He's so goofy and innocent which makes him 20x more attractive He has an adorable dog and His mom is like the sweetest person alive I can't even think of all the reasons I love him rn bc I know there are more. Now let me tell you about our lives His dad and my mom were in a show together a long time ago (they kinda hated each other) but I've known him kind of since we were little. We went to the same church. We weren't besties or anything but we know the other existed We became friends in like 7th grade We were part of a "squad" which was deeeeep Squad lives through 8th grade and a lil bit of 9th grade until most of us ended up hating or at least not being close with the others (I forgot to say that he dated my best friend who I now hate for like a week- they were very awk and everyone laughs at it now.) He wasn't hated or anything like we are still friends squad just doesn't hang out anymore lol. Anyways skip to this year (10th grade) I decided I needed to marry this boy in September. He was in a show that my sister was also in (they are in a theatre company together) In the show there was a song that they had to find someone in the audience to sing to and he found me. I laughed like the whole time bc he is the most adorable thing I've ever seen in my life. I don't think it meant much to him but that was the night I decided I needed him to be my boyfriend After that my crush continued but nothing really happened again until January when my school had this thing called snowcoming (homecoming for basketball) I ran for princess and he ran for prince and we both one which was already crazy bc I am not popular but also crazy bc it meant we got to walk together. So I was very happy about that A little while later I asked him to go to the Sadie Hawkins dance at our school and he said he couldn't bc he already was going with his best friend since birth. I was sad but I was like whatever. So the dance got closer and I didn't have a date and I wanted to go and not by myself. So plot twist I end up going with the exchange student that is living in his house. He's a nice kid and I knew I'd have fun so it was cool... until I showed up at his house the night of the dance and my crush's date had cancelled on him meaning I rode in the backseat of his car by myself with my date and my crush in the front seat... After that I had to chill for a little while. The crush was still there but I had to keep it quiet. Then at the very end of February/ start of April the school had tryouts for our musical which was high school musical. My mom was directing so I tried out even though it was out of my comfort zone and he also tried out. It would be cool to say he was Troy and I was Gabriella but sadly that's not how it worked out 😂 (I was Taylor he was zeke) I just felt honored that I got to look at him almost every day lol The show went on he didn't confess his love for me and I found out that he was taking to a girl from studio he acted at. I was of course quite upset but I got over it. After the last show he came up to me and gave me a hug and told me I did a good job and I melted but played it cool and tried to not think to much of it. After that I kinda calmed down (this was in April) until like a few weeks ago One of my friends told me that my crush had stopped talking to the girl he'd been talking to. We were mini golfing and I think I threw my club I was so happy. I wore a huge stupid smile for the rest of the night. Then skip to Saturday of this past week. I went to the end of the year show the company he (and my sister) were in. It wasn't really a great show but he had a solo and I just liked looking at him. After the show my mom was talking to him and she was like she and I were talking about how I wouldn't mind having you as a son in law and I almost shit my pants when she said that. I thought I was gonna die but he kinda just laughed it off. After that my friend wanted me to go out to eat where the after party was. I absolutely hate that restaurant bc it makes me feel sick but I never get to see that friend so I agreed. We went out and had dinner and it was fine and after paying and whatever I got up to leave and wait at the door for my mom to pick my sister and me up. We had been standing at the door for a couple of minutes when my mom pulled up and we started to walk out. When we were leaving I hear my name and my crush say "wait" so of course I spin right around and look at him and he says thanks for coming to the show and then he gave me a hug. I'm not really sure what I said back bc I was at that moment dead. It was the best night of my life at that point. So I lived off of that for the week and probably my entire life. After that nothing crazy happened but he did tweet me once and I almost peed myself and then I saw him at an open house and he sat next to me bc our families were sitting together talking about next years musical so that was cool. Anyways I hope he marries me and I can show this Tumblr post to everyone at the wedding until then I will just be planning our future together and what not. Idk if he'll ever like me but man am I kinda crazy about him

[trulymadlysydney]

FIRST OFF WEDNESDAY WAS SO BUSY BC I HAD CLASS AND I WENT WITH A FRIEND TO PICK UP TEXTBOOKS (LOL I HAVE 11 I THINK??) THEN I HAD TO GO GET MY PHONE FIIIIIXXXXEEDDD!! (FREE OF CHARGE THANKG GOD BC I'M A BROKE BITCH NO THANKS TO HARRY {IT'S LITERALLY ALL HIS FAULT}) LMAO ALSO SIDENOTE I LITERALLY MADE A LIST SO I WOULDN'T FORGET EVERYTHING I WANTED TO TELL YOU LIKE WHO AM I??? I'M THE BIGGEST LAMEST TRASH BUCKET™ THAT'S WHO! BUT ALSO I HAVE GOOD NEWS!!!! I'M SO!!!! 😊😊☺️☺️☺️💕💕💕💕 J X (1)

I HAD DINNER WITH MY FRIEND, THE ONE WHO GOT ENGAGED ABOUT A MONTH AGO, IDK IF YOU REMEMBER? WELL GUESS FUCKIN WHAT! SHE ASKED ME TO BE A BRIDESMAAAAIIIIDDD! I’M SO HAPPY AND SO EXCITED AJXJFJEKWKRGJSLA!! I’M JUST SO HAPPY FOR HER AND SHE WAS TELLING ME ALL ABOUT HER PLANS SO FAR AND I KNOW IT’LL BE GREAT! MY LITTLE BABY IS GROWING UP 😩😊 I REMEMBER I “CHAPERONED” HER FIRST DATE WITH HER FIRST BOYFRIEND BC SHE WAS SCARED TO GO ALONE AND NOW LOOK AT HER! I ALMOST CRIED TBH J XX (2?)AND SHE ALREADY HAS A DATE SET (JUNE 2) AND I WAS HONESTLY SO WORRIED BC THE VERY NEXT SATURDAY (JUNE 9) IS MY HARRY CONCERT AND I WOULD BE SO SAD IF I HAD TO MISS HIM! BUT ALSO I NEED TO TALK ABOUT EVERY TIME I SEE THE BOYS, I ALSO HAVE TO GO TO A WEDDING AT THE SAME TIME? WHEN I SAW 1D 10/3/14, MY COUSIN’S WEDDING WAS THE NEXT DAY. THEN I’M HELPING MY UNCLE CATER A WEDDING THE SATURDAY AFTER NIALL’S CONCERT, AND NOW MY FRIEND IS GETTING MARRIED THE WEEK BEFORE????? EXPLAIN PLEASE????? (3?) J XWHAT IS THE WORLD TELLING ME?? THAT WEDDINGS AND MEMBERS OF ONE DIRECTION GO HAND IN HAND? IT’S SO CRAZY HONESTLY! BUT ANYWAYS YEAH THAT WAS MY WEDNESDAY! THEN I DECIDED THURSDAY TO COME HOME FOR THE WEEK AND I WAS ORIGINALLY PLANNING ON DOING SOMETHING WITH MY PARENTS FOR MY BDAY WHILE I’M HERE BUT THEN I FOUND OUT A COMPANY IN MY TOWN IS DONATING A SEMI TO TAKE TO HOUSTON FULL OF WATER AND FOOD AND BLANKETS AND LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE PEOPLE MIGHT NEED AND I’VE BEEN LIKE NONSTOP HELPING THEMGET DONATIONS ROUNDED UP FROM ACROSS TOWN AND WE’VE BEEN TRYING TO GET IT SORTED SO IT CAN BE SENT I THINK SOMETIME NEXT WEEK! I WISH I COULD ACTUALLY GO AND HELP BC I FEEL LIKE I’M NOT REALLY DOING ANYTHING TO HELP HERE BUT IT’S TOO FAR AND I WOULD MISS SO MANY CLASSES. I JUST REALLY HOPE PEOPLE AND ANIMALS ARE GETTING TO SAFETY. I’VE LIVED IN FL MY WHOLE & I KNOW HOW FUCKIN SCARY THIS CAN BE & I WISH THERE WAS MORE I COULD DO. HURRICANE ARE FUCKIN MONSTERS THAT DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ANYBODYBUT YEAH, THAT’S WHY I’VE MISSED SENDING YOU MY HAPPY GAS-SYDNEY-UP MESSAGES! I THINK I’M SORT OF BACK? I’M STILL TRYING TO HELP GET MORE DONATIONS FROM PEOPLE AND THEY’VE PUT ME IN CHARGE OF ORGANIZING IT ALL BUT I’M A VIRGO SO I’M LIVING FOR IT TBH! I’VE BEEN A TAD BUSY LMAO BUT I’M SORRY DESERTING YOU BABES! I LOVE YOU TO BITS MY BRIGHT GREEN TREE FROG! AND ALSO AGAIN I AM SO SORRY FOR THE AMOUNT OF MESSAGES I SENT, I REALLY HOPE YOU GET EVERYTHING——

Oh my god you’re so cute you have a list for me 😭😍 first of all YES I remember your friend and OMG HOW EXCITING BABE that’s amazing! You’re gonna be the best bridesmaid omg. Also wtf? It’s a sign that you need to marry Harry I DONT MAKE THE RULES

You are such an angel omg and you’re so helpful. That’s really really sweet of you love. (And also when is your birthday omfg)

[metroidspeedrun]

200 questions omg

Holy fuck200: My crush’s name is: Erik199: I was born in: 1998 in Sacramento198: I am really: Weird197: My cellphone company is: T Mobile196: My eye color is: Dark Brown195: My shoe size is: 8.5194: My ring size is: 6.5 I think?193: My height is: 5’3192: I am allergic to: Nothing191: My 1st car was: N/A190: My 1st job was: Nanny189: Last book you read: Everything Everything (It has been months, it’s sad ik)188: My bed is: V big187: My pet: N/A186: My best friend: Um idk I mean probs you ig lol jk it you185: My favorite shampoo is: I have no idea184: Xbox or ps3: Xbox183: Piggy banks are: Cute but inefficient in today’s economy182: In my pockets: Nothing181: On my calendar: The date for my date and the hours I’ve worked180: Marriage is: Cool if you’re into that sort of thing179: Spongebob can: Be funny sometimes???178: My mom: Is cool sometimes??177: The last three songs I bought were? Hahaha nope176: Last YouTube video watched: Top 10 criminally underrated cartoons175: How many cousins do you have? Hella174: Do you have any siblings? 10173: Are your parents divorced? Nope172: Are you taller than your mom? Nope171: Do you play an instrument? Nope170: What did you do yesterday? Worked 2 shifts [ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: Nah not really168: Luck: Sorta167: Fate: Yes and no166: Yourself: Hahaha yikes that took a turn, I guess I do??165: Aliens: A little bit164: Heaven: Sort of but also not163: Hell: Yes162: God: Yes but like in an unorthodox sort of way161: Horoscopes: Astrology yes but the whole future-predicting part no160: Soul mates: Yes159: Ghosts: No158: Gay Marriage: Yuppp157: War: Nope156: Orbs: In what sense?155: Magic: Yes[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: Kisses 153: Drunk or High: High152: Phone or Online: Online151: Red heads or Black haired: Dark hair 150: Blondes or Brunettes: Blondes149: Hot or cold: Cold148: Summer or winter: Winter147: Autumn or Spring: Autumn146: Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate145: Night or Day: Day144: Oranges or Apples: Oranges143: Curly or Straight hair: Curly142: McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk chocolate140: Mac or PC: Mac139: Flip flops or high heals: Heels138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Sweet and poor137: Coke or Pepsi: Coke136: Hillary or Obama: Obama135: Burried or cremated: Cremated134: Singing or Dancing: Dancing133: Coach or Chanel: Neither132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: Who?131: Small town or Big city: Small town130: Wal-Mart or Target: Target129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Ben Stiller128: Manicure or Pedicure: Pedicure127: East Coast or West Coast: West coast126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas125: Chocolate or Flowers: Flowers124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney123: Yankees or Red Sox: Neither I hate baseball[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: Shitty, like use your fucking words no one has to die what the fuck is your problem121: George Bush: Bleh120: Gay Marriage: Yes119: The presidential election: Disgusting118: Abortion: Not my body, not my business117: MySpace: I had one when everyone had just stopped using it116: Reality TV: Dumb, women come on tv to be objectified and treated like overly-dramatic, catty, snakes115: Parents: They can be ok sometimes114: Back stabbers: Irrelevant to me at this point113: Ebay: Never heard of her112: Facebook: I use it to check on my ex when I miss him sometimes111: Work: Keeps me alive110: My Neighbors: Don’t know them at all109: Gas Prices: Too high, please lower them108: Designer Clothes: Unnecessary, if it’s over $25 chances are I don’t want it107: College: I can’t wait to go back106: Sports: Hockey is good, I like superbowl halftime shows105: My family: They’re okay104: The future: I have the next few years roughly planned out[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: Um at pride 102: Last time you ate: 4 hours ago101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: At pride100: Cried in front of someone: January 12th99: Went to a movie theater: It was for work and like 2 months ago98: Took a vacation: I was 797: Swam in a pool: Never, can’t swim96: Changed a diaper: Never95: Got my nails done: 1 year ago94: Went to a wedding: 12 years ago this October93: Broke a bone: Never92: Got a peircing: 16 years ago91: Broke the law: Um a few weeks ago probably jaywalking but it’s whatevs90: Texted: Yesterday[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: Probs you tbh88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: Sleep87: The last movie I saw: IWTV86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: Getting paid85: The thing im not looking forward to: Waking up at 5 tomorrow84: People call me: Little Foot83: The most difficult thing to do is: Stay asleep all night82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: No81: My zodiac sign is: Leo sun80: The first person i talked to today was: My mom79: First time you had a crush: I was 878: The one person who i can’t hide things from: You77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: Not in a while76: Right now I am talking to: No one75: What are you going to do when you grow up: Grow old74: I have/will get a job: I have a job73: Tomorrow: I have work again72: Today: I took a nap71: Next Summer: I will take more naps70: Next Weekend: I will try to take a nap69: I have these pets: N/A68: The worst sound in the world: Fire alarms67: The person that makes me cry the most is: My grandma but like that’s a natural response I think66: People that make you happy: You, Zoey, my boys, my sons, Maddie, and my boss 65: Last time I cried: Probably yesterday I can’t remember lol64: My friends are: All fucking great63: My computer is: Smol62: My School: Is old but nice61: My Car: N/A60: I lose all respect for people who: Say the ‘f’ word59: The movie I cried at was: IWTV58: Your hair color is: Dark brown bc it’s been less sunny 57: TV shows you watch: Gotham, Born This Way, Intervention, Stitchers, Andi Mack56: Favorite web site: Twitter55: Your dream vacation: Somewhere where I can sleep in a chair that vibrates54: The worst pain I was ever in was: When my back swelled and I had to go to the emergency room53: How do you like your steak cooked: Not at all lol52: My room is: Organized chaos51: My favorite celebrity is: Atm Kehlani50: Where would you like to be: In a massage chair but not an agressive one49: Do you want children: Yes48: Ever been in love: Yes47: Who’s your best friend: You46: More guy friends or girl friends: Equal amount tbh45: One thing that makes you feel great is: Long rides44: One person that you wish you could see right now: Literally all my friends at once43: Do you have a 5 year plan: Yes42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: No41: Have you pre-named your children: Maybe40: Last person I got mad at: Matthew probs39: I would like to move to: A sleepy lil town somewhere38: I wish I was a professional: Social worker[ My Favorites ]37: Candy: Spicy paletas36: Vehicle: Station Wagons35: President: N/A, I think they were all lw bad34: State visited: Nevada33: Cellphone provider: T Mobile ig32: Athlete: Nah31: Actor: Larenz Tate30: Actress: Carey Mulligan29: Singer: Fuckin um… Christina Aguilera28: Band: MCR27: Clothing store: SheIn26: Grocery store: WinCo25: TV show: Finding Carter (1st season)24: Movie: IWTV atm23: Website: Twitter22: Animal: Elephant or giraffe21: Theme park: Idk never been20: Holiday: Earth Day19: Sport to watch: Hockey18: Sport to play: Tennis17: Magazine: Teen Vogue16: Book: 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea15: Day of the week: Monday, Friday, Saturday14: Beach: Idk never been, can’t swim13: Concert attended: N/A12: Thing to cook: Chili11: Food: Vegan orange chicken10: Restaurant: Anna’s Vegan Cafe9: Radio station: 103.58: Yankee candle scent: Death lol idk7: Perfume: White citrus6: Flower: Stargazer lily5: Color: Sage green, pastel yellow, dusty rose4: Talk show host: N/A3: Comedian: Baron Vaughn or Ron Funches2: Dog breed: I love all dogs but pitbulls 1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yeah I think so